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Title: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on November 27, 2007, 12:18:19 PM
its been a whole year since our last poets corner :-\
uhh..wel...err...i really dont know if this is number 14 or 13 or manybe 12 but ill call it our 14th
any way let me start this

IT HURTS

IT HURTS
KNOWING THAT YOUR HERE
BUT I CAN NOT JUST PICK UP THE PHONE
JUST TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU
IT HURTS......WORSE
WITH A BIT OF FEAR
COZ I GOT SOMEBODY WAITING FOR ME AT HOME
BUT ALL I DO IS THINK ABOUT YOU
IT HURTS WORSE THAN THE FIRST
AND I HAVE TO BE SINCERE
SINCE THERES
NO REASON TO PRETEND
I STILL MISS YOU
I WISH WE COULD TAKE BACK ALL THOSE WORDS
THAT OPENED UP WOUNDS AND LED MW TO CURSE
NOW I FEEL LIKE IAM CURSED
AND WHAT ABOUT HER?

IT STILL HURTS
CHEST PAINS JUS DRIVING ME BESERK
I WANT YOU BACK BUT
I CANT LEAVE HER FOR YOU
AS MUCH AS I WANT THAT
ITLL BE LIKE IM TAKIN A STEP BACK
AND SHE IS A REAL NICE GIRL
NEVER BEEN HURT
AND I REFUSE TO DO THAT TO HER
SO IT HURTS
KNOWING THAT U LOVE ME
BUT YOUR CHOSIN HIM
COZ I HAVE NEVER BEEN YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINNING AMOUR
BUT IMMA
DIFFERENT PERSON
BUT U DONT SEE THE CHANGE
COZ IM BROKE AND CURSING
ITS DAMN STRANGE
SHE KNOWS THIS BUT STILL LOVES ME
AND I LIKE HER BUT LOVE YOU
EVEN THOUGH YOUR LOVE IS MATERIAL
HERS.............SPIRITUAL
MAYBE ONE DAY IT WONT HURT ANYMORE
BUT I KNOW IM LYING TO MYSELF
AND THAT JUST HURTS MORE AND MORE
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on November 28, 2007, 10:10:49 AM
how does this thread work - do i just post a poem and kla?
or does it have to be in a certain vein? :-\
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on November 28, 2007, 04:46:23 PM
post in your poem or some other persons poem
but dont forget to give credit if it aint yours
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on November 29, 2007, 08:36:12 AM
thanks.

he rained blessings upon us.
brought us back from the precipice.
he sent us a king.you know who he is.
in a space & time where men follow scientists
make gods out of test tubes and theories.
why do logical men question dragons , faires & elves
but never solutions sold by men in white lab coats
in the stores , on the shelves.

we dwell in a space & time where the omen is ominous.
americans want to reserve the right to drop the bomb on us.
its blasphemous
how they declare themselves saviour of a world brave & bold
where even life is cheaper than things bought & sold.
i make men in lab coats cold.
make them drop their cards & fold
how can you be the messiah ...
when we still struggle with the common cold.
the rhinovirus still rules us like cyrus
while they try to scribble up solutions in formulae on blackboards & papyrus.

they put the cart before the horse
because they never acknowledge the source,
judgement is coming of course.
try & ask me questiions like "what came first the chicken or the egg?"
tell charles darwin inc. to pull the other frikkin leg.
through study of scripture i had my perceptive powers trained.
& i learnt that from bondage i'm unchained.

you teach people gibberish , figments of imagination.
fanciful stories.
change your dayjob to shakespeares occupation.
cause those be some immaculate lies.
and they're great works of fiction
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on December 04, 2007, 09:47:34 AM
in afrikaans:

Birthday Koek -

binne in 'n kraamsaal
het die jirre jou kind ko haal.
rent betaal
van suip en kril nie eers wit 'ie - asvaal.
girl , waar jou vrinne?
jy laat hulle gou binne...

hulle skiet jou 'n pil , jy remind hulle van langhaar meerminne.
geskuilde sinne.
agter it skuil donker dinge.
wat smaak vir verbrande offeringe
innie vorm van sekskringe.

jou spoel jou verniet af vannie saad
want jys 'n jezebel van vormaat.
raak jy kwaad virrie waarheid.
daa's fokkol pil virrie naarheid.
fokkol skool virrie dwaasheid.
die jirrie wag lat jy pleit.
maarie duiwel lag hom binne sy kuit.
jy's spoedig op pad in 'n kajuit.
van verdriet en van ergfokke nat geskuit.

dis sout virre slak.
it brand as jy luister na sulke kak.
ne?
jy was liefde ge-offer.
ma jy stootit ver van jou.
nou sit jy die rooi lig aan vir enige ou.

Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on December 12, 2007, 09:03:11 AM
whoa
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on December 12, 2007, 01:13:20 PM
non fiction

--------------------------
i turned 27yrs old this week,and i thought about a man's role , definition of a man.

Narration:
-----------

bless the little children
once again , yes they need all the hope they can
progeny of father who are weak men
enslaved to snake water & extra-marital hips
engorged with the honey from leaders lips.

yokes of their fathers.
& fathers fathers,inflicting welts, lacerations on mothers
with tongues & even sticks.
no direction, no counsel given
no timely admonision.
now they think it makes them a man just because of circumcision

another story for another time.
but the point remains...
stubborness remains our chains
and locks
maturity resides not in what's on your head
but what's in it...
you need endurance in this race to win it.
lessons werent pa**ed on.
it seems the knowledge is long gone.

lack of tact
in agroup of peers you dont know how to act.
matter of fact...
you're poorly socialized & deserve to be smacked.
teaching yourself about the ways of the world from tv & a comic book.
werent taught restraint so when you speak they look
giggle behind your back.
popular cultur vulture learning
from everything you find on a rack.

you're a man now.
discard your boyish things
how can i , you never showed me
unpretty , salvadged ditty in the midst of bellville shitty city.
we went to beggars & bastars from chiefs & kings.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Naturelle on December 14, 2007, 02:17:13 PM
happy belated birthday Scott!
What have we here- the latent poet in the witness emerges!


Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on December 14, 2007, 04:19:25 PM
thx.
(blush)
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: RearrangedReality on December 20, 2007, 10:10:02 AM
whoa! you didnt tell me you write men. you should come to Verses on the last thursday of every month at Zula.

happy belated birthday Witness!
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on December 24, 2007, 08:06:10 AM
thx man, hope you're having good holidays.
i will check out the verses sessions.
mmmm.i've given speeches but delivering rhymes on stage is a totally different ballgame.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on January 03, 2008, 12:25:06 PM
only wordplay.just innocent wordplay.
------------------------------------

CELEBRATION OF THE FESTIVAL OF BACCHUS,
WHEN THE CREDIT CARD FLASHES,
PRIOR EVEN TO THE PURCHASE BEING MADE  ITS ALREADY ASHES
AND SO ARE YOU.
REGARDLESS OF THE COURSE OF ACTION YOU PURSUE.
FITTING THE FITTED SHOE.
TO BOOT.
SPINNING FROM THE FRENZY, LOOT
ACCUMALATION
DOWN TO THE PIT,IT CAN NEVER BE TAKEN
AWAKEN
FALSE CAMPAIGNS SHAKEN
TO THE THE CORE WHEN NASDAQ & JSE CRUMBLE
BEND THE KNEE & HUMBLE
DRIER THAN TUMBLE
WEED OUT CONSPIRATORS & LAUNDER
FEDUCIARY MECHANISMS & SWALLOW SUSHI
TAKE A GANDER AT TALES EVEN WOVEN LOOSELY
A WILD GOOSE CHASE CHASING CASH BOUGHT PUSSY
WANNA SHOW MONEY LIKE TOM CRUISE BE
BUT SHOW CASH AINT THE SHOWBREAD
AND SHOW & PROVE IS SO DEAD
CAUSE IMPROVING THE SHOW IS BEST FED
WITH SHOWS OF SKILL AND LOOK AHEAD
ITS FORESIGHT WHICH SHOWS BRIGHT LIGHT
ON FUTURE PLAYS
WHEN NEW DAYS SHINE THROUGH THE DARK DAYS
FORTUNATE SIGHT IS BACK & FORTH BOTH WAYS
THE VISION JAHWEH DISPLAYS
THE PATH I CHOOSE
WITH SO MUCH TROUBLE ON MY MIND , REFUSE TO LOSE.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on January 05, 2008, 02:45:14 PM
i'm just sharing my thoughts.
child - where are you at?
your poem - I'm sorry she hurt you - i have had my share of hurt in relationships.
f*** - the girls want someone to ride i ona white horse like some Mill's n Boon novel
but you bring them flowers poetry & picnics and they laugh.
they abuse you & your kindness.
i hope you find the one my brother.for real tho.

-----------------
Title: to be taken seriously
-------------------------

I'm irie, I'm irie
strangely entertainign like bridget jones' diary (big booty gilrs deacon)
when i get a bad hairday it gets all wiry(crus-ou)
that's when i wear a hatbecause black people's hair all does that (inspired by brick)
we buy an apro, credit cards n layaway
cause our daddies had to work lowpaying jobs - aparthied powerplay(where tornado at?!)
i know colored's who're like super soakers
cause they wet you quick.
but they act like they got hustle but thye dont know dick(isnt it true Mr C?)
I got roaches in my kitchen.(DPlanet dont!)
killem with a flick.
the cops scoop em up & they cant stop bitchin.
i ride for childrens homes n parkjams(you know me by mow)
i ride for shopping days & filling up my food cupboards(what up maddstone!)
f*** an old mother hubbard!
confused , no money , frantic, form port to starboard.
ignored.(hulle vat os virre poes, where's subtopic?)
until the days foreign art exchange programs respect me(respect to eavesdrop & monalisa)
fucj the department of arts & culture
beaurocratic vultures(get your tradeworld reference cpt!)
picking off the carca** of kwaitoget a fright yo
heito potato!graf artist changed to dj , but still named Kato(she still in the game yo! american motherf***ers think there's a club named Soweto!
and ask their travel agents what the going rate yo!
bring big chunks of philosophy like socrates n plato(respect to vexer!)
and excercise tolerance cause some say tomato & some say tomatoe(when he isnt being arrogant there's actually something to be learnt -YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!! LOL)
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: crus-ou on January 05, 2008, 02:54:28 PM
awe-ness wis awe-ness
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on January 09, 2008, 10:34:31 AM
im actually having a hard time writtin poetry
always tired from work my phone low on battery
thinkin of her..then my psychy battles me
this civil wor got me
fallin off the wagon....bartender another bacardi

i'm just sharing my thoughts.
child - where are you at?
your poem - I'm sorry she hurt you - i have had my share of hurt in relationships.
f*** - the girls want someone to ride i ona white horse like some Mill's n Boon novel
but you bring them flowers poetry & picnics and they laugh.
they abuse you & your kindness.
i hope you find the one my brother.for real tho.

i deleted the B from my life

never no more
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: blaqsouljah on January 09, 2008, 01:50:08 PM
she sees traces of you in me,
everyday she tells me that i am you.
 
i cannot hide from you
because a part of you will always be me.
like my shadow you're always there,
you refuse to ever leave me
even when i ask the world to let me be.
 
i saw you today when i woke up.
you stared back at me through my own eyes.
i heard you yesterday when my fears came out to play.
i am my father's son as they always say.
 
she cries when she sees traces of me in you,
i am my father's son in case i never told you.

it's to all the men who are their fathers' sons...
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on January 09, 2008, 02:47:38 PM
I feel that
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on March 05, 2008, 12:28:04 PM
Mentally:
-----------
I used to wrap myself in the warm blankets of your love,
beautiful fragrant like cherry blossoms falling form the trees.
now we glare like we're enemies.
locked in mortal combat.
you used to dry me in the rain , like a wide-brimmed hat.
safe & secure from the elements.
even the suns rays
its been too long since i've seen sunny days.

my sunshines been replaced by
little concuscion bombs going off in my skull & a twitch in my left eye.
but at least its dry
is this the time to ask why?
shouldnt this have crossed your mind at the start
now we're two grownups acting like kids - upsetting the applecart.
my words now poisoned with wormwood
with patience whittled away ,no ,sawn abruptley
you got me good
with my back turned.you quickly cut me.

Real time.Live footage:
----------------------
this is'nt high school & stop telling me, who is he?, & why is he better.
sit down.no you're not in chains & fetters.
but at least hear me out.
calm down - the neighbours can hear you shout.
dont change the subject,of course i'm pissed.
is that what this is?You want out?
No wonder I cant recall when last we've kissed.
(How do I counter this crap?I'm not the type of cat to pop a cap in a chap)
(eyes to the lap)

You owe me an apology.
What?You did nothing wrong?
It's not a f***ing sitcom.This has been going on how long?
You're f***ing kidding me?
I lied to myself..all this time..thought this bond was so strong?
Should I have seen this coming?
Should I have watched you like a hawk - your comings & goings?
Shit, look what you've done..Now the child is screaming!.
(God, shit...is this?..Am I dreaming)
I need to sit down -I need a beer.
(i havent smoked in years, wonder what they charge for one?)
Here daddy's baby,here's the homework book - write FUN.
That's F - U - N
Where was I again?

You said all that can be said.
(geez , i'm shaking.turning red)
We still share the same bed!
What is this!!!!!!!?
I need to sit down.
There's no excuse for this.
To hell & bedlam form marital bliss.
Dont interrupt me....

interruption
-----------------
You sorry a** motherf***ing excuse for man.
I did what I did because you cant tell me what to do..and because I CAN.
I aint doing no cartwheels , handstands just because you yelling
I aint interested in all this party politics you selling.
When did you wakeup?
After you came to the kitchen  & another man ate yo cakeup.
You been shaked up.
Last couple o years just been fakedup
take your hand out your a** & pull you f***ing jaw up.
never home.always working
half-steppin.
what you thought gon' happin
always on yo business calls yappin
if you aint handlin you business at home?
what make you think I gotta wait & I aint gonna roam.
When in rome do as the roamin's do.
When I need me a service , gonna find me a screw.
I aint care about yo a** excuses about keepin the ship afloat
i needed me a cappin gonna rock my boat.
you go talk ta him about it it's a murder she wrote.
he aint play
he aint gay
dont tell me bout no child cryin.
criticise me tell me i'm lyin
why yo moms have to tell you anyway -why the f*** she been spyin.
what you holy now get of yo high horse
you wanna divorce.
f***it then ....i want half
i'mma mak yo life hell - you gonna shit yoself.
take you fo all you got, make u a f***in misery.
& dont even think you can talk about custody
cause you know the judge favours women.
so you can quit schemin'& plottin bout ways n means ya prick
all i need to do is say i was hit
an its an interdict
an you cant do shit.
so yeah, get yo'self an nice beer n gets ta pourin
there ain nothin you can do to stop my a** tourin'





Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: General In8 on March 05, 2008, 12:53:21 PM
DAMN WIS!!!!! Wat u bin witnessn boy? dat was tyt. i lyk.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on March 05, 2008, 01:32:30 PM
i am joe smith.
i am somebody , i am nobody - i am everyone you talk with.
i cross this road everyday.
take the iron to the same gray
suited.up & ready for action
to earn a living
thank god for his giving
up off my knees.

i cross this road everyday.
i see the construction & smells of powdered cement float on breezes
these are city scents
swopping donuts & coffee over counters for our sweaty cents.
i haer the sirens chirping & whailing.
unwieldy ambulances filled with early morning road ragers
i'm a spectacle to rowdy teenagers
who throw water bombs
i straighten my hair again with fine toothed combs.
dandruff unseen.

purple jacaranda blooms even in the city.
lost refugees in towering westernised structures.
juxtaposed against gang-graffiti,dayglo colours,pissing vagrants.
their delicate perfume loast against wors rolls, pavement sold mielies.
they brighten my morning.

i cross this road everyday.
three blocks down , one to make hay
hay while the sun shines.
dont see the sun much under the halogens.
but the pictures of sam & claire at my desk keep me going.
i read the article in the newsletter about emotional intelligence
its something worth knowing.
thoughts to be commended.
to be shared.
the pictures help me to maintain my poise.
thru the umpteenth faxes & noise.
i have to keep going
its not far till pension.
pay off my bond- now that's something worth mention.
make sure claire can study further
do better than her father.
Not having work on the bubblegum production line anymore
I think I'll book a holiday at the shore


i cross this road everyday
as i arrive & leave work.
my first & last
these morning walks pa** too fast.
i stoop down because there's something on my shoe.
cant take half measures, I had better scrape this off.
wont be long..just a moment.


-----------------------

The Silent Witness
5 March 2008
Pedestrian struck in main road.
Reporter: Scott Williams

A middle-aged man was struck by a 12 wheel truck today.The driver of the vehicle claims to
have looked away only for a moment to check his rearview mirror.
"He bent down in the middle of the road as I looked up", was all he had to say while crying uncontrolably.

The man was knocked less than 50meters from his office building where he worked.
He leavses behind a wife and duaghter.

Police are investigating the possiblity that the vehicle was not properly serviced.
Bubbaloo inc. could not be contacted for comment on the condition of their fleet of trucks.

Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on March 05, 2008, 01:37:29 PM
thanks.
it just came out.
time will tell. :-X
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: The Mighty Loks on March 05, 2008, 01:53:02 PM
k really old but hey why not.....

There were three of us today.

Never really got her name.
When I turned around to kiss him goodnight, he was kissing her goodnight instead.
The double bed felt small today.
I slept on the edge, clung onto the sheets because today it was the only thing that cared.
He had his back to me today; when I snuck a peek over his shoulder he was pushing her hair away from her eyes and behind her ears.
They looked happy together and there was no space for me in their perfect world.
He made breakfast in bed today and it was my favourite too.
Muesli, Bulgarian yoghurt and the right amount of syrup.
I sat up to give him a kiss, that’s when I noticed that there were only two bowls on the tray.
I heard the bath run today, the steam flowed from the bathroom straight into the bedroom.
The mist was heavy but not heavy enough to cover the silhouette of him undressing her. 
He threw her black silk bra on the bed today and it landed on top of my wet pillow.
I had to undress myself today and I didn’t know where to place his Darkie t-shirt.
I never had to put it away before because usually he undressed me.
It was time to go and he stood with the door open. I rushed out but when I got there it slammed shut in my face.
While we stood on opposite sides of the door he blew her a kiss.
He doesn’t know that I know, but I heard it land on her heart.
There were three of us today.
While I walked behind them to the train station I realised that no one missed me today.
There was no ticket for me today, someone else had first priority.
There was no hand holding mine today, dragging me so I wouldn’t miss the train.
His hands were holding hers and mine were left to fiddle with a past that I seamed to have lost.
I stumbled alone today trying to avoid a fall.
But it was then that I realised that my lips were already kissing the concrete floor.
We reached his stop today, when I leaned forward for a goodbye kiss I noticed that something
was amiss then I realised that I was the only one sitting there.
I looked out the window today but there was no one staring back.
No one waving goodbye because today his arms were draped around her size 28 waist.
I thought the train was moving too fast today, everything was such a blur,
but when I put my finger on my chin I realised the train was dead still.
There were three of us today.
Wish I got her name. I’d so kindly ask her to return what was once mine.


Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on March 05, 2008, 01:59:05 PM
Quote
The double bed felt small today.
I slept on the edge, clung onto the sheets because today it was the only thing that cared.
There were three of us today.

gutwrenching.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: The Mighty Loks on March 05, 2008, 02:00:33 PM
its been a whole year since our last poets corner :-\
uhh..wel...err...i really dont know if this is number 14 or 13 or manybe 12 but ill call it our 14th
any way let me start this

IT HURTS

IT HURTS
KNOWING THAT YOUR HERE
BUT I CAN NOT JUST PICK UP THE PHONE
JUST TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU
IT HURTS......WORSE
WITH A BIT OF FEAR
COZ I GOT SOMEBODY WAITING FOR ME AT HOME
BUT ALL I DO IS THINK ABOUT YOU
IT HURTS WORSE THAN THE FIRST
AND I HAVE TO BE SINCERE
SINCE THERES
NO REASON TO PRETEND
I STILL MISS YOU
I WISH WE COULD TAKE BACK ALL THOSE WORDS
THAT OPENED UP WOUNDS AND LED MW TO CURSE
NOW I FEEL LIKE IAM CURSED
AND WHAT ABOUT HER?

IT STILL HURTS
CHEST PAINS JUS DRIVING ME BESERK
I WANT YOU BACK BUT
I CANT LEAVE HER FOR YOU
AS MUCH AS I WANT THAT
ITLL BE LIKE IM TAKIN A STEP BACK
AND SHE IS A REAL NICE GIRL
NEVER BEEN HURT
AND I REFUSE TO DO THAT TO HER
SO IT HURTS
KNOWING THAT U LOVE ME
BUT YOUR CHOSIN HIM
COZ I HAVE NEVER BEEN YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINNING AMOUR
BUT IMMA
DIFFERENT PERSON
BUT U DONT SEE THE CHANGE
COZ IM BROKE AND CURSING
ITS DAMN STRANGE
SHE KNOWS THIS BUT STILL LOVES ME
AND I LIKE HER BUT LOVE YOU
EVEN THOUGH YOUR LOVE IS MATERIAL
HERS.............SPIRITUAL
MAYBE ONE DAY IT WONT HURT ANYMORE
BUT I KNOW IM LYING TO MYSELF
AND THAT JUST HURTS MORE AND MORE


wow... I know it's been a while since you wrote this but can I give you a hug... DAYME...
I wrote something similar  a few days ago but when I read this it took the words right outta my mouth.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: churchofthe latterdayLatte on March 05, 2008, 02:11:40 PM
wow. word...you cut me deep child n baldi!



again...guys, where's Rhozie?!
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: blaqsouljah on March 05, 2008, 03:26:00 PM
La Marioneta (The Puppet) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say.

I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.

I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when the others loiter; I would awaken when the others sleep.

I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream.

If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out. With a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be my serenade to the moon.

With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals...My God, if I only had a scrap of life...

I wouldn't let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.

I would convince each woman or man that they are my favourites and I would live in love with love.

I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longer fall in love when they grow old--not knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love. To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself. To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting. I have learned so much from you men....

I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.

I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father's finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.

I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up. I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.


Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on March 06, 2008, 04:22:29 PM
:-0
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: RearrangedReality on March 12, 2008, 11:40:39 AM
More or less about me

I wrote more and even better when i was less matured
I had less then but inspired by the need for more
More of what they had and less of the person I was
I guess the less i had the more I was inspired
To write less about what i have and more about what i dont
Now that i have more theres less to write about

The less i write the more realise i dont quite get myself
The more i explain my relations with woman the less i know about who i am
The less hair i have the more of them i get
The more money i have the less rejection i get
But the less i become i player the more lonely i feel
Now the more i know people the less i want be around them

Like the hour gla** Im constantly less of this and more that
More regrets about time wasted but far less afraid of death
I spend less time with my family but love them more than ever before
You’d probably like to hear more but i choose to reveal less
I know less isn’t good enough, its more like soft pron
Anyway, I’ve been more or less the same since I was born
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: GreenBat on March 12, 2008, 11:53:06 AM

(Is This A Test?) By:Wordview

To write or speak gives life to new ideas feelings & intentions,but to have them read or heard can not be garuanteed.
In that case far be it for me to be acknowledged because like the sun i can occupy only a part of your day.
I am now no more or even less involved than i was in all previous lives,so it is;at present only fitting knowing all that i do that i at least be;all that i can.
Many great & wonderous scenes i have seen & it was as if with a hot iron each one was branded into my very being.
Every fibre of me responded in it's own way so varried were they that to this day i am lost on specifics.
Be that as it may my stay of execution can be postponed;no longer.
Know;that i die for a cause not because i have shown the proper remorse.
I am no saint & the list that holds my shortcomings is long;i am not oblivious to this.
I know much about the kindness of others but very little of being a burden to them.
Heart shaped & emotionally wrecked my art spell's "troubles" T.R.O.U.B.A with two L's.
Dislexia aside;the laws of physics decrees that for every action there is an equal & opposite reaction.
If that holds true then the opposing reaction to the action of me writing would be you not understanding a word of it.
Fortunate;because for a brief momement i considered ending it there,but i do prefer whereabouts of my own choosing full stop.
No thank you since you have all the answers,the question is;is this a test & are you failing it?
My schooling consists of nuances that are symbolic,i serve to live.
So,& with a big one at that,it seems i should forego being gullable,for i have given lee-way but in my hour of need i spoke to their backs & that was at the very least if not in itself very sobering.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Zo on March 12, 2008, 12:52:01 PM
k really old but hey why not.....

There were three of us today.

Never really got her name.
When I turned around to kiss him goodnight, he was kissing her goodnight instead.
The double bed felt small today.
I slept on the edge, clung onto the sheets because today it was the only thing that cared.
He had his back to me today; when I snuck a peek over his shoulder he was pushing her hair away from her eyes and behind her ears.
They looked happy together and there was no space for me in their perfect world.
He made breakfast in bed today and it was my favourite too.
Muesli, Bulgarian yoghurt and the right amount of syrup.
I sat up to give him a kiss, that’s when I noticed that there were only two bowls on the tray.
I heard the bath run today, the steam flowed from the bathroom straight into the bedroom.
The mist was heavy but not heavy enough to cover the silhouette of him undressing her. 
He threw her black silk bra on the bed today and it landed on top of my wet pillow.
I had to undress myself today and I didn’t know where to place his Darkie t-shirt.
I never had to put it away before because usually he undressed me.
It was time to go and he stood with the door open. I rushed out but when I got there it slammed shut in my face.
While we stood on opposite sides of the door he blew her a kiss.
He doesn’t know that I know, but I heard it land on her heart.
There were three of us today.
While I walked behind them to the train station I realised that no one missed me today.
There was no ticket for me today, someone else had first priority.
There was no hand holding mine today, dragging me so I wouldn’t miss the train.
His hands were holding hers and mine were left to fiddle with a past that I seamed to have lost.
I stumbled alone today trying to avoid a fall.
But it was then that I realised that my lips were already kissing the concrete floor.
We reached his stop today, when I leaned forward for a goodbye kiss I noticed that something
was amiss then I realised that I was the only one sitting there.
I looked out the window today but there was no one staring back.
No one waving goodbye because today his arms were draped around her size 28 waist.
I thought the train was moving too fast today, everything was such a blur,
but when I put my finger on my chin I realised the train was dead still.
There were three of us today.
Wish I got her name. I’d so kindly ask her to return what was once mine.




DANG!!!! Bloody hell
yoh!!!


Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Zo on March 12, 2008, 12:58:42 PM
ABUSE


There is only one thing in this world that infuriates me and that is the abuse of women. I can't stand it - the thought of it unleashes this rage within that makes me want to scream and destroy every man that has ever laid a hand on a woman.

You would ask why? Maybe because it's because I grew up in a household where there was abuse. I remember my mom having a black eye. I remember seeing blood. I remember screaming, shouting and cursing. I remember having sleepless nights. I saw it, I lived it and I hated it.

My dad would come home drunk and talk a lot of rubbish. He would curse. It is amazing how alcohol can change a person. I love my dad. But there were times where I would wish he would go away and never return. Just imagine: it's Saturday and you would be worried and praying that he would come home sober. Imagine crying yourself to sleep because you feel so helpless that you couldn't help your mother.

Yes I was just a child. What could I do? Going to school with your eyes swollen because you were crying the whole night; having to lie to your friends and say you had a rough night. I couldn't sleep that was my story and I stuck to it. Being in cla** and thinking what the hell is happening at home because you left your parents at home.

Thinking just maybe while I am at school there is a continuation of last night's boxing match. Coming home and not having your parents speak to each other for more than a week. As I grew older it continued. Then I decided to become vocal. I decided to say no, but still that didn't help.

Rather now I became a victim of verbal abuse;  I was being called a bitch. He said that I was taking my mother side. I didn't see what my mother was doing wrong. I mean really all I could see was him beating my mom. I would always ask myself why she didn't leave him.

Most children wanted their parents to stay together. My friends were raised by single parents and I used to be so envious. While on the flip side my friends wanted to be me. They wanted a father figure while I wished I didn't. Mommy, why didn't you leave?

Now I know the answer and that was because of me and my brother and sister. She loved us too much. My parents have been together for 23 years and the last incident of abuse was last year.

The bastard bashed a plate against her forehead. My mother is a strong woman and I love her for that. She is my role model, however, I don't want to be like her. I am 22 years old and I have never had a decent relationship because deep down inside I have this secret hatred for men.

I have never been struck by a man and I dread the day that any man would ever lay his hand on me. Now when I meet a guy I have this tendency of fishing and trying to find out if he would ever lay his hand on a woman. I must say I've been lucky because I have come across very gentle men.

No man has the right to beat a woman. Men who beat women are cowards. Even though he has left images in my mind that would haunt me forever, I still love my dad. My mom is a strong woman and she has been through a lot. She has endured a lot of pain and I still ask myself why she stayed. I guess that is the abuse you have to endure when you have children.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Zo on March 12, 2008, 01:01:56 PM
sorry people
think that was more of an essay then a poem
my apologies
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Blizzard on March 12, 2008, 01:41:14 PM
nah its cool, you are also a strong woman...and that is real talk.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: VirginPussy on March 12, 2008, 01:54:29 PM
awehness, bleskop aweness... :-X
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Zo on March 12, 2008, 02:01:27 PM
much thanx tornado and to u my dearest pussy :-* :-* :-*
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Zo on March 12, 2008, 02:58:31 PM
Piece of me.....
Beautiful disaster....

I am a child of mix races. If we were in America I would call myself biracial but then again we are not. My mother is Xhosa and my father is coloured and in essence they are both black. So why can’t I say I am black? As I was growing up I had to defend and justify who and what I am. I was too black to be coloured and too coloured to be black. Sounds weird nuh…Well the thing is when I was with coloured people I was this kroes kop girl and they felt the need to speak English with me and would be amazed at the fact that I could speak Afrikaans. And as I grew older when I met people who are Xhosa seeing I am from the Eastern Cape they would like at me and ask “sorry are you Xhosa”? I would say yes and ask why and their response would be ,” it’s just that you look coloured.” Then they would add to say “you must have a bit of colouredness in you.” So my experience has been that upon meeting someone for the first time I have had to tell them my life story which is coloured father, xhosa mother which resulted in what I like to call a beautiful cocktail that is me. But I ask why I have to explain and justify my blackness. I found that if I say that I am Xhosa, the next question would be, ungumni (what’s your clan name)? Which I don’t have then people would say you are coloured.  I mean why can’t I be me? Why should I justify my blackness by putting an ethnic label before it? Why can’t I say I am black and be accepted. Better yet why can’t I say I am an African because in essence that is what I am? Till this day I am 23 years young and still have to explain myself. At technikon my friends dubbed me or rather named me a MIX. So they would refer to me as hey MiX. So mna I don’t care what they call me, I know who I am and I am the individual that is Imita, black, bald and butted. I know who I am and I don’t care what people refer to me as because I am my own person and don’t need nothing and no one to validate me. So call me what you want to call me, xhosa, coloured or mix….But I will remain the beautiful cocktkail that is I, Imita…. 

Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Zo on March 12, 2008, 03:02:35 PM
sometimesI wish I could
Just get away from it all
Be invisible and go far away
To a land unknown
A land where the sun always shines
Gra** is always green
Birds sing all day
Sometimes
I wish I could
Close my eyes and get away from it all
For just one moment be in a land of my own
Smiles, laughter, music and dancing
Wouldn't that be great
A place with no crime, rape or abuse
Where you can walk the streets from dusk till dawn
Wear your mini skirt with no fear of being raped
A place that is calm and serene
Sometimes
You need to get away from it all
Get a piece of mind
Find time for yourself
Inhale, exhale
Back to the world
What a cruel, cruel world
Sometimes I wish
But it is all in my head
A figment of my imagination
Sometimes, I wish ???
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: motley on March 12, 2008, 07:55:52 PM
More or less about me

I wrote more and even better when i was less matured
I had less then but inspired by the need for more
More of what they had and less of the person I was
I guess the less i had the more I was inspired
To write less about what i have and more about what i dont
Now that i have more theres less to write about

The less i write the more realise i dont quite get myself
The more i explain my relations with woman the less i know about who i am
The less hair i have the more of them i get
The more money i have the less rejection i get
But the less i become i player the more lonely i feel
Now the more i know people the less i want be around them

Like the hour gla** Im constantly less of this and more that
More regrets about time wasted but far less afraid of death
I spend less time with my family but love them more than ever before
You’d probably like to hear more but i choose to reveal less
I know less isn’t good enough, its more like soft pron
Anyway, I’ve been more or less the same since I was born


Hayi bawokazi this is true art, I can relate in so many ways.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Gem-In-Eye on March 12, 2008, 08:53:11 PM
No politician can dictate ths state of mind implied fates lost to superficial trends that inflate its a clonin fasion that infects lives infact lines too poetic to b defined when definitions r defied destiny deferred coz they prefer death over eternal life a pretext 4 suicide fiction aside fact is my prefix to censor lies find it hard to sense the line to truth living proof b the testament/statement put to test amends to these dying men denying Sins to sing a holy hymn a hint to who imposes whats suposed to b the global ritual proposed spiritual civilization contest ''bestialy'' revelations inferiority complex evaluation of the salutation its colonised salvation no rebelion stance in this piece instance 4peace is deceased why unite and have existence ceased proceed with a distorted creed when i the suicidal hypocrit contradict to make a point 4the burdened verdict argument adjourned. Title: Meaningless living
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: RearrangedReality on March 13, 2008, 08:38:01 AM
More or less about me

I wrote more and even better when i was less matured
I had less then but inspired by the need for more
More of what they had and less of the person I was
I guess the less i had the more I was inspired
To write less about what i have and more about what i dont
Now that i have more theres less to write about

The less i write the more realise i dont quite get myself
The more i explain my relations with woman the less i know about who i am
The less hair i have the more of them i get
The more money i have the less rejection i get
But the less i become i player the more lonely i feel
Now the more i know people the less i want be around them

Like the hour gla** Im constantly less of this and more that
More regrets about time wasted but far less afraid of death
I spend less time with my family but love them more than ever before
You’d probably like to hear more but i choose to reveal less
I know less isn’t good enough, its more like soft pron
Anyway, I’ve been more or less the same since I was born


Hayi bawokazi this is true art, I can relate in so many ways.

:) wow thanks Motley. I appreciate the comment.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on March 17, 2008, 11:06:43 AM
Spam
-------

Always succeed in freeing themselves from every robes and
beds that have all been prepared and nod as she pa**ed her.
susie learnt that the haddos took that car decked with gold
to where bhima satyavan with savitri, bhrigu with puloma,
kasyapa got round at last, and could look right down into
entered into a diksha extending for twelve years.219 emphatic
significance. It's underneath the machine. Men get driven
on to skye by the bad weather they feet caught among the
supple arms of the herbage, is not accomplished in practice.
that learned thou hast, o king, rescued nahusha from bhrigu's
and normans. The earliest historical fact connected convinced
that the brick coating of the wedgetower having put the
coffee on to boil, she was not.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: The Mighty Loks on March 17, 2008, 04:57:09 PM
Dear God, you suck….

Where were you when he was taking his last breath?
Where was that virgin when the blood was being drained from his veins?
Where was your son when mine was being thrown into that big hole only to be devoured by worms? 

When you gave me a house you never told me to keep a heartache box under my bed.
You never told me to keep a drawer for pain in my kitchen.
I never kept a container labeled depression or a bag tagged tears.

I planted potatoes in my back yard, little did I know that like those potatoes, the minute my son was starting to blossom he would have to go underground.
I’ve painted my walls a million times yet I still hear the sound of his laughter.
My windows are clean yet I still see the reflection of his face trapped in the dust.

You say you’re the alpha, yeah the beginning of my end.
The omega? Well this is the end of your sick illusion of grandeur.
If he’s not in heaven, then heaven is no place for me.
You’ve already damned me to a life in hell anyways.

So here I am asking you for one small favour, let me say goodbye.
Give me one last chance to kiss him goodnight, cause god damnit you owe me that much.



Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on March 18, 2008, 08:40:52 AM
@ baldiloks - is that autobiographical?
damnit.
heavy.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: The Mighty Loks on March 18, 2008, 08:49:19 AM
@ baldiloks - is that autobiographical?
damnit.
heavy.


No babe it's not. In the taxi on my way to work "Faithfully" by Luther Vandross came on and I was telling my friend that I wanted to walk down the aisle to that song. The lady sittin in front of me told me that she hated that song cause her son loved it so much and they always danced to it. But the son pa**ed away in a car accident two weeks before his wedding.Was quite heartbreaking....
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on March 18, 2008, 08:54:35 AM
WOW
been a while since the poets corner rocked like this
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Zo on March 18, 2008, 09:30:47 AM
@ baldilocks
phew :'(
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on April 06, 2008, 09:37:15 PM
moments shared with strangers because we forgot how to share,moments peopled by silence
-------------------------------------------------------------------

I , I need a little interaction ,
would you like be my distraction
for a moment - sacred & true.

Would you like just some reaction
know you're special rght through.
Oh loneliness you've been my companion.
rubbing up against me when its dark
when i open my eyes.
there's noone there , only you - to my waking surprise
slurring in my sleep I know you're not enough.
only so much you can give.
but YOUR friendship helps me know why I'm still alive.

I need more than only you
so i frequent the routes with the giggling girls
hoping one might look my way
hoping that she from her path might stray
one minute longer so can ask her about her day
and then back to you on my way.

Even the ones who're not looking for the answers
can briefly play the game.
The game of intertwining hands
and reach those foreign lands
the ones we forgot when we're alone.
The silence is prone
but all I want is a break
just a moment to share ,
dont care if its real or fake
pretend that you care
and leave me with your scent
I wished that I knew where you went.

Its not so complicated
There's no commitment demonstrated
Once is enough
and after its tuff
with you ,loneliness
You never mind if I digress
constantly around
your presence with no sound
whether in public or in my room
Your safety's like a mother's womb.
Sometimes like the chill of a catacomb.

For a little respite
I perhaps might
gather up the courage to whisper words to an absolute unknown
to recall what it sounds to hear a voice on the phone
dont mind if the talk is superficial
I'll put on a happy face
and go to a gathering place
just to know what it feels like,spend way too much
having someone sit across & like your voice
remind me what it is when your hand is touched
these are the symptoms of my choice.

I'm back again.
drop my bag on the floor.
they still just point my way playing those courting games
but silence you make me want to learn their names


Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on June 13, 2008, 01:37:27 AM
again...guys, where's Rhozie?!

...here ;)


- SPEECHisLESS -

i open my eyes and breathe
in
your silhouettes and shadows

and the words they

detach

themselves
from lively me

wordless
i keep the silence.

Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on June 13, 2008, 11:17:29 AM
hmm...welcome back
*clap clap clap*

@ W I S
ever thought off...err therapy...man that ish is deep
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: OG Beezak on June 13, 2008, 12:43:21 PM
Dopeness in the poet zone. Damn, Witness, you scripts are mad tight, dawg. Respek.  @Baldi, that "...God, you suck" was quite heavy.

Bless u all
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: mphossiblepunkstah on June 13, 2008, 07:30:26 PM
[b]lover for hire[/b]

i felt it when your lips touched mine and your body brushed against mine
wasnt true as it shud' a been
still my pulse raced as you traced my body with your touch, felt fire
my lips burnt with fear as yours dripped in lust i burnt from mistrust
burnt with desire sold myself for less than a rand gave my body to you
for nothing rendered my soul for pa**ion bought this moment with my all
still my heart left wealthless
walked in with eyes wide open, knew that my heart was not what you were after
still a moment was better than another bitter night with empty arms
wrapped up in yours so tight i swear i could feel you move inside me
with only your heart beating mine in dead silence , uttered meaningless words to myself
to make reason of this madness, shamed to say i was not thinking with my head
knew that you were for hire knew my heart was not what you were after damn this thing called love is such a lier!
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: mphossiblepunkstah on June 13, 2008, 10:06:22 PM
Dear God, you suck….

Where were you when he was taking his last breath?
Where was that virgin when the blood was being drained from his veins?
Where was your son when mine was being thrown into that big hole only to be devoured by worms? 

When you gave me a house you never told me to keep a heartache box under my bed.
You never told me to keep a drawer for pain in my kitchen.
I never kept a container labeled depression or a bag tagged tears.

I planted potatoes in my back yard, little did I know that like those potatoes, the minute my son was starting to blossom he would


have to go underground.
I’ve painted my walls a million times yet I still hear the sound of his laughter.
My windows are clean yet I still see the reflection of his face trapped in the dust.

You say you’re the alpha, yeah the beginning of my end.
The omega? Well this is the end of your sick illusion of grandeur.
If he’s not in heaven, then heaven is no place for me.
You’ve already damned me to a life in hell anyways.

So here I am asking you for one small favour, let me say goodbye.
Give me one last chance to kiss him goodnight, cause god damnit you owe me that much.





 :-X
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: mphossiblepunkstah on June 13, 2008, 10:18:48 PM
i just read 'there were 3 of us today'
 
woman...you left me speechless( and tearfull too)
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: mphossiblepunkstah on June 14, 2008, 04:22:03 PM
one o dem dayz

one o dem dayz with broken legs
one that dont stand out
one that pours out leavin me drained
one that wont put out
one o dem days with broken wings that
dont mend, wont mend
one o dem weary days, rainy days
cold hours ones that leave my heart frozen
and mind not spoken just silenced with
intense discomfort
one o dem heartless days
ones that jus leaves a girl dazed
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: mphossiblepunkstah on June 14, 2008, 04:40:58 PM
realize

stand up realize that your time has arrived
stand up and realize what unreaviling in front of ur eyes
wake up and see what this sea of dreams brings to these streets
wake up and realize that what they fought for is what you have now
stand up and recognize that you are alive
stand up and recognize that your time is now
wake up and inhale the sweet scent of freedom
wake up and see that this here is your kingdom
that their shouting screams are now your voice to speak
stand out and live your dreams for this here is your platform
as you move your feet to this rythem you know that what they gave was not in vain
wake up and see the gift that they gave
wake up and see that your life is their redemption song
wake up and see that you black child is their song of freedom
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: mphossiblepunkstah on June 14, 2008, 04:50:52 PM
reflections of self

reflections of me i see from fractioned images
of my shattered self
from conversations within dialogues with him
i still reflect from broken mirrors i pa**
past events that still remind me of my shatterd soul
i buried with burden
i try to ressurect and mend her with lies i told myself
only to wake up in smaller pieces of utter shame
once graced with certainty  never sanity
and this image is more in shards from reflectons of her in me
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on June 17, 2008, 04:47:31 PM
mpho....ssible....punks

saying in french accent is fun
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: mphossiblepunkstah on June 17, 2008, 04:49:27 PM
hao bathong child hoa bathong?
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on June 17, 2008, 04:50:05 PM
i feel so bad coz i havent been able to script anything.
work got me drained cant seem to be able to script anyhting.
read these poems in shame coz my ability is gone
hopin id use your thought to script anything.
but that would be wrong
so i wont script anything
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: mphossiblepunkstah on June 17, 2008, 04:54:49 PM
inspiration is just that! use my words or not still those ;) words need to be said
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on June 17, 2008, 04:58:03 PM
true.....
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: S.e.L.f. on June 17, 2008, 05:19:47 PM
k really old but hey why not.....

There were three of us today.

Never really got her name.
When I turned around to kiss him goodnight, he was kissing her goodnight instead.
The double bed felt small today.
I slept on the edge, clung onto the sheets because today it was the only thing that cared.
He had his back to me today; when I snuck a peek over his shoulder he was pushing her hair away from her eyes and behind her ears.
They looked happy together and there was no space for me in their perfect world.
He made breakfast in bed today and it was my favourite too.
Muesli, Bulgarian yoghurt and the right amount of syrup.
I sat up to give him a kiss, that’s when I noticed that there were only two bowls on the tray.
I heard the bath run today, the steam flowed from the bathroom straight into the bedroom.
The mist was heavy but not heavy enough to cover the silhouette of him undressing her. 
He threw her black silk bra on the bed today and it landed on top of my wet pillow.
I had to undress myself today and I didn’t know where to place his Darkie t-shirt.
I never had to put it away before because usually he undressed me.
It was time to go and he stood with the door open. I rushed out but when I got there it slammed shut in my face.
While we stood on opposite sides of the door he blew her a kiss.
He doesn’t know that I know, but I heard it land on her heart.
There were three of us today.
While I walked behind them to the train station I realised that no one missed me today.
There was no ticket for me today, someone else had first priority.
There was no hand holding mine today, dragging me so I wouldn’t miss the train.
His hands were holding hers and mine were left to fiddle with a past that I seamed to have lost.
I stumbled alone today trying to avoid a fall.
But it was then that I realised that my lips were already kissing the concrete floor.
We reached his stop today, when I leaned forward for a goodbye kiss I noticed that something
was amiss then I realised that I was the only one sitting there.
I looked out the window today but there was no one staring back.
No one waving goodbye because today his arms were draped around her size 28 waist.
I thought the train was moving too fast today, everything was such a blur,
but when I put my finger on my chin I realised the train was dead still.
There were three of us today.
Wish I got her name. I’d so kindly ask her to return what was once mine.




Nice... good thing it left hey. Alot of emotion in it- channeled in the right direction. nICE
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: THAT LADY! on June 18, 2008, 09:27:33 AM
THE DAY I FORCEFULLY BECAME A WOMEN

Taken like a green peach off a tree/
why me?/
As he sinks his teeth IN ME/
Sqweezzing the lil life out of me, me the unrype peach :'(/

How could I allow him to pick on, at and in me?
I let him teast me , all of me.
I cry bitter juice/

My vigina, no the peach is no longer attached to the tree so it's loose/
Once I had 100% pure juice /
As I lay next to the tree/
The ants all take advantage of me/

No where to turn/
No one to trust/

He had his way with the peach and so have the f***en ants/
Now only a pip remains/
Hard as a fcken rock/
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: OG Beezak on June 18, 2008, 03:48:32 PM
THE DAY I FORCEFULLY BECAME A WOMEN

Taken like a green peach off a tree/
why me?/
As he sinks his teeth IN ME/
Sqweezzing the lil life out of me, me the unrype peach :'(/

How could I allow him to pick on, at and in me?
I let him teast me , all of me.
I cry bitter juice/

My vigina, no the peach is no longer attached to the tree so it's loose/
Once I had 100% pure juice /
As I lay next to the tree/
The ants all take advantage of me/

No where to turn/
No one to trust/

He had his way with the peach and so have the f***en ants/
Now only a pip remains/
Hard as a fcken rock/

From a males point of view: That some funny ish right there. If it's what I think it is thou
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: mphossiblepunkstah on June 19, 2008, 02:52:03 PM
THE DAY I FORCEFULLY BECAME A WOMEN

Taken like a green peach off a tree/
why me?/
As he sinks his teeth IN ME/
Sqweezzing the lil life out of me, me the unrype peach :'(/

How could I allow him to pick on, at and in me?
I let him teast me , all of me.
I cry bitter juice/

My vigina, no the peach is no longer attached to the tree so it's loose/
Once I had 100% pure juice /
As I lay next to the tree/
The ants all take advantage of me/

No where to turn/
No one to trust/

He had his way with the peach and so have the f***en ants/
Now only a pip remains/
Hard as a fcken rock/

haai love that was hectic :o
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: The Mighty Loks on June 23, 2008, 08:40:08 AM
Seeing old friends.

Hey Heartache there you are.
Never thought I 'd see you again.
To be honest can't say I missed you.
But now that you here there's no place I'd rather be.

I see you brought Loneliness and Disappointment.
It's great to have you guys back.
Come in, sit down lets have a chat.
I have a lot of news to tell you.

Don't know what I was thinking really.
Making friend with Love.
I was never comfortable around him.
He made me feel warm inside.

Met this girl called Happiness.
Boy does she get around.
I think she had a thing for love.
She only came when I was with him.

I kinda liked that Hope chap.
He made me feel good sometimes.
Wish he could leave Doubt at home.
That guy gave me the creeps. 

I'm so excited you guys are back.
Almost forgot all about you.
But don't worry, I have this crazy hunch.
That you guys are gonna be here for a while.

Those guys were all about promises.
Never bothered to keep just one.
All they did was take and take.
At the end I had nothing left.

I see not much has changed.
Disappointment's is dragging tears.
Must say it' getting kinda old though.
Don't you think I have enough wet pillows?

Sit down, relax old friends.
Make yourself at home.
Nothings changed, it's still my heart.
Only this times it's now your home.


Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: THAT LADY! on June 23, 2008, 01:07:22 PM
THE DAY I FORCEFULLY BECAME A WOMEN

Taken like a green peach off a tree/
why me?/
As he sinks his teeth IN ME/
Sqweezzing the lil life out of me, me the unrype peach :'(/

How could I allow him to pick on, at and in me?
I let him teast me , all of me.
I cry bitter juice/

My vigina, no the peach is no longer attached to the tree so it's loose/
Once I had 100% pure juice /
As I lay next to the tree/
The ants all take advantage of me/

No where to turn/
No one to trust/

He had his way with the peach and so have the f***en ants/
Now only a pip remains/
Hard as a fcken rock/

From a males point of view: That some funny ish right there. If it's what I think it is thou
you one sick prick!
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: General In8 on June 23, 2008, 01:21:33 PM
nice one baldi, jay dats deep neh!
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on June 24, 2008, 11:34:02 PM
ms loks. i know the feeling. when its like you know what ne. actually. nevermind. will however is a friend who should be kept. and patience. the type to grow old with.

thank you for that :)


- the pen as sceptre -

in the elongated silences that constitute my prayer
there is distance between me and the world
my tenderness it is a place within me that has grown hoarse
it becomes this ancient tongue that is forgotten to me
and where there was once resistance
now instead i bend

the art of allowing

broken in so many places
that none dares have the hands to mend
charred with the memory of those who did not know how. my body is scarred.
they engraved me with their fears
but the pain becomes my inspiration and i cannot curse it
they leave me weak
and make me strong

I write. and I give back to myself.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: OG Beezak on June 25, 2008, 10:26:34 AM
THE DAY I FORCEFULLY BECAME A WOMEN

Taken like a green peach off a tree/
why me?/
As he sinks his teeth IN ME/
Sqweezzing the lil life out of me, me the unrype peach :'(/

How could I allow him to pick on, at and in me?
I let him teast me , all of me.
I cry bitter juice/

My vigina, no the peach is no longer attached to the tree so it's loose/
Once I had 100% pure juice /
As I lay next to the tree/
The ants all take advantage of me/

No where to turn/
No one to trust/

He had his way with the peach and so have the f***en ants/
Now only a pip remains/
Hard as a fcken rock/

From a males point of view: That some funny ish right there. If it's what I think it is thou
you one sick prick!

Then why do u call it a poem? Cos that's how I interpreted it at first. No offence was intended with that.  However, we all have our own opinions about each other.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Zo on July 02, 2008, 11:13:03 AM
They say you have pretty eyes

They say you have pretty eyes
Wonder if you were looking at her when you stuck a pair of scissors in her chest
They say you make the boys go LOCO
It’s a wonder you never went LOCO after what you did
Tough little cookie we are ne!
I have never seen you but know of you or rather what you are capable of
I know enough to dub you a heartless bitch
That night you didn’t only take one life but two because your victim was with child
You left a void in the hearts of many
So forgive me for calling you a bitch because I couldn’t think of a better word
Those in the know would say murderer but I’ll just call you bitch
Wadup bitch?
I now have a twelve year old sister
She was my niece three years ago before you took her mother from her
She never had a chance to meet her unborn brother or sister because you took that away from her
Bright little spark she is but her mother never saw her shine
Because you stuck a pair of scissors in her chest
And for all this you get ten months in prison
WOW!!! >:(
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Papa ThReAdS on July 02, 2008, 11:22:21 AM
Pain

It is painfull that thing,
It hurts.

Thank you.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: The Mighty Loks on July 02, 2008, 11:38:29 AM
Pain

It is painfull that thing,
It hurts.

Thank you.

Whats even more painful is actually getting used to that feeling.

@ Eva High....  :'( :'( :'(
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Bobby Banks on July 02, 2008, 11:42:36 AM
They say you have pretty eyes

They say you have pretty eyes
Wonder if you were looking at her when you stuck a pair of scissors in her chest
They say you make the boys go LOCO
It’s a wonder you never went LOCO after what you did
Tough little cookie we are ne!
I have never seen you but know of you or rather what you are capable of
I know enough to dub you a heartless bitch
That night you didn’t only take one life but two because your victim was with child
You left a void in the hearts of many
So forgive me for calling you a bitch because I couldn’t think of a better word
Those in the know would say murderer but I’ll just call you bitch
Wadup bitch?
I now have a twelve year old sister
She was my niece three years ago before you took her mother from her
She never had a chance to meet her unborn brother or sister because you took that away from her
Bright little spark she is but her mother never saw her shine
Because you stuck a pair of scissors in her chest
And for all this you get ten months in prison
WOW!!! >:(

This is sad yo.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Zo on July 02, 2008, 12:57:36 PM
They say you have pretty eyes

They say you have pretty eyes
Wonder if you were looking at her when you stuck a pair of scissors in her chest
They say you make the boys go LOCO
It’s a wonder you never went LOCO after what you did
Tough little cookie we are ne!
I have never seen you but know of you or rather what you are capable of
I know enough to dub you a heartless bitch
That night you didn’t only take one life but two because your victim was with child
You left a void in the hearts of many
So forgive me for calling you a bitch because I couldn’t think of a better word
Those in the know would say murderer but I’ll just call you bitch
Wadup bitch?
I now have a twelve year old sister
She was my niece three years ago before you took her mother from her
She never had a chance to meet her unborn brother or sister because you took that away from her
Bright little spark she is but her mother never saw her shine
Because you stuck a pair of scissors in her chest
And for all this you get ten months in prison
WOW!!! >:(

This is sad yo.

what is sad is the fact that the family is too broke to appeal
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on July 02, 2008, 04:58:34 PM
Pain

It is painfull that thing,
It hurts.

Thank you.

huh........
that aint even a haiku
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on July 07, 2008, 02:24:04 PM
on feeling a little under the weather...


- THE BEDROOM OF MY HEART -

its the rain

its the stillness of this night

with the mystery of its darkness. i am its secret. lost
and discovered
uncovered. i am explored
its the rain im sure

its the rain
with its memory of a thousand summers that could be
but arent forgotten
shy
an intimacy expressed in hushed tones that make me curl up and dream
i take my time with the rain
i take my time
and i listen

i listen with the ear of spaces that open up within
the rain is listening to me
we enjoy each other in our listening
it is how we speak

its the rain
a symphony of raindrops
making their music from within me
they stir me
move within me. move with me. move me
a welcoming. inviting. enticing
softness on my skin
its the rain im sure

it must be the rain
it has me creating tender portraits of subjects known and unseen
imagined
it must be the rain
it pries me open

and we are wet

its the rain
im sure

it is the melody that plays in the bedroom of my heart.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Papa ThReAdS on July 07, 2008, 02:26:59 PM
Pain

It is painfull that thing,
It hurts.

Thank you.

huh........
that aint even a haiku

Oh...So you mad cos im stylin' on you huh??
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: mphossiblepunkstah on July 10, 2008, 04:10:10 PM
Pain

It is painfull that thing,
It hurts.

Thank you.

huh........
that aint even a haiku

Oh...So you mad cos im stylin' on you huh??

stalker oa tsenwa!
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on July 11, 2008, 10:58:49 AM
^^^tehe
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on July 14, 2008, 12:02:19 PM
- THE TORCHBEARERS -

a slow, gathering. dust. of
voices
blows through deserts of disillusioned streets
resignation sets the scene
one of weary faced trees
bowed
sitting sullen
watching their own falling leaves

the time is desolate
the tick tok of the clock having long long long long
stopped.
there is no movement, here
and conspiracies of silence make us grey
parched, even in the presence of rain
these are people who have forgetten how to pray

a slow, gathering. dust. of
voices
dying, trying, flickers
a flame
words like footprints
in the sand of a quietened pa**ion
that weakens the light of its own torchbearers.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Mo'licious on July 14, 2008, 01:30:06 PM
Empty wrappers

I knocked at your door & didn’t get a 
response.
I wasn’t going to go back home until I heard
what you had to say for yourself.
Seeing that the door wasn’t looked, I let
myself in and decided to wait for your
return, a**uming you were out.
But as I opened the door I saw you sleeping.
I tried to wake you up.
I needed you to comfort and mend my bleeding
heart.
I needed you to tell me & rea**ure me that what
I had heard earlier was just talk.
After giving up on trying to wake you up, I
just looked at you looking so peaceful & tired.
My eyes wondered & stumbled upon open, empty
condom wrappers.
I went numb & cold & hurt.
I was so desperate for those empty wrappers to
disappear, I could’ve done anything.
Anything.
So I woke you up so that you could make
them disappear.
But you didn’t.
You just made them stand out more, by
concocting a reason for their presence.
A reason that just continued to eat at my
bleeding heart.
I fought the tears and walked out.
Hurt
Empty
Angry
Numb,
and kept wishing those empty wrappers
would’ve just disappeared,
because they shattered my five-year old
dream that didn’t get a chance to
come true…
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Mo'licious on July 14, 2008, 01:32:24 PM
From a mis to a misses

Mismatched from the get-go, I somehow knew you and
I weren’t gonna be the happily-ever-after type.
Coming from a tragic past of being mistreated
And mishandled, I hopped abroad this misadventure
with misty eyes.
I guess I was charmed. ::)
The mischievous looks you sent my way, sent misplaced
misprints all over my heart.
The same heart that fluttered in your presence
and searched for you when you went missing.
Missing from me, but not missing in action,
cos you were endeavoring in
misdemeanors unknown to my misinformed
conscious…til now.
Can’t say I misjudged you and mistook you
for a man, oh no, my only mistake was to
ignore the inner goddess in me that warned me
against your imminent misdeed.
My miseducation will lose the ‘mis’ cos I know now
that behind my misplaced trust, was another
Misses!



Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on July 16, 2008, 05:28:42 PM
^^makes me think

*clap clap clap*
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Mind Bendah on July 16, 2008, 07:58:08 PM
She has a beautiful caramel complexion
Eyes shut she cant see(sea) like an ocean
Wanted to rest in her arms like a baby being placed on a cushion
Just a glimse of her smile is all that i am wishing
hands on her chest YES she is quietly resting
I stand for a while and stare while others are pa**ing
People following me are standing
Who is this guy? They start asking

Tears fill my eyes coz my mind gets gets filled with confusion

MOVE ALONG SON . . . . . .

A guy in a black suit starts demanding
Take out my phone and take a picture of her(AS A REMINDER OF PERFECTION)
Coz even angels in heaven are not this peaceful when they are sleeping

Why are all these people here she must be demonstrating how to meditate
Guess so " That man said we should let go of our souls and then we will elevate"

When shes done i will ask for her details maybe even a date

But some taps me on the shoulder . . .
Demands that i come closer. . .
She whispers. . . . . .ss s s 

Big words hard to figure

But i caught the last statement . .
Said that will never happen. .
This is not a session. .
Shes not meditatin' . .

Its a funeral . . . . . SHE LYING IN HER COFFIN
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on July 16, 2008, 09:16:30 PM
what happened. who is this. who are you. too many questions i know. but i mean like :'(
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Mo'licious on July 17, 2008, 01:03:51 PM
Yoh! Mind Bendah.....that's....*sigh*..... :'(
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on July 17, 2008, 03:39:23 PM
***********
damn
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: ToXic Candy on July 17, 2008, 03:48:17 PM

But i caught the last statement . .
Said that will never happen. .
This is not a session. .
Shes not meditatin' . .

Its a funeral . . . . . SHE LYING IN HER COFFIN



Ooh shame dear,that's so said.I really belive it culd hav happend if she was still alive.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Zo on July 17, 2008, 04:11:40 PM
She has a beautiful caramel complexion
Eyes shut she cant see(sea) like an ocean
Wanted to rest in her arms like a baby being placed on a cushion
Just a glimse of her smile is all that i am wishing
hands on her chest YES she is quietly resting
I stand for a while and stare while others are pa**ing
People following me are standing
Who is this guy? They start asking

Tears fill my eyes coz my mind gets gets filled with confusion

MOVE ALONG SON . . . . . .

A guy in a black suit starts demanding
Take out my phone and take a picture of her(AS A REMINDER OF PERFECTION)
Coz even angels in heaven are not this peaceful when they are sleeping

Why are all these people here she must be demonstrating how to meditate
Guess so " That man said we should let go of our souls and then we will elevate"

When shes done i will ask for her details maybe even a date

But some taps me on the shoulder . . .
Demands that i come closer. . .
She whispers. . . . . .ss s s 

Big words hard to figure

But i caught the last statement . .
Said that will never happen. .
This is not a session. .
Shes not meditatin' . .

Its a funeral . . . . . SHE LYING IN HER COFFIN


jerrrrrrrrrrE
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: mphossiblepunkstah on July 17, 2008, 04:14:16 PM
She has a beautiful caramel complexion
Eyes shut she cant see(sea) like an ocean
Wanted to rest in her arms like a baby being placed on a cushion
Just a glimse of her smile is all that i am wishing
hands on her chest YES she is quietly resting
I stand for a while and stare while others are pa**ing
People following me are standing
Who is this guy? They start asking

Tears fill my eyes coz my mind gets gets filled with confusion

MOVE ALONG SON . . . . . .

A guy in a black suit starts demanding
Take out my phone and take a picture of her(AS A REMINDER OF PERFECTION)
Coz even angels in heaven are not this peaceful when they are sleeping

Why are all these people here she must be demonstrating how to meditate
Guess so " That man said we should let go of our souls and then we will elevate"

When shes done i will ask for her details maybe even a date

But some taps me on the shoulder . . .
Demands that i come closer. . .
She whispers. . . . . .ss s s 

Big words hard to figure

But i caught the last statement . .
Said that will never happen. .
This is not a session. .
Shes not meditatin' . .

Its a funeral . . . . . SHE LYING IN HER COFFIN



tjo dude  :'(
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: The Mighty Loks on July 17, 2008, 04:31:48 PM
@ Mind Bendah..... Dang?   :-X
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Mind Bendah on July 17, 2008, 07:07:06 PM
Thanx for the warm welcome. . . Feel right at home. Thought i should also bless you'll with one of my memories and thoughts like you'll have blessed me.. . . .

I thought i should right something that would make a difference
Thought if i said it loud i would catch your attention from a distance
What kinda life are we living thought you'd stop and think for a second

But it was never initiated. . . .Its stuck in the BRAIN but then AGAIN. . . .

IT WAS JUST A THOUGHT

A thought that sooths you
The kinda thought that moves you
Its just a thought you can manipulate in order to suit you

Now i stop and think, i think it was just a thought
Just a thought i think

Now im confused i might be imagining things. . . .

They say when you think deeply you never blink
But when you never blink your mind seems blank

Why do i find it so easy to relate paper to ink
But so hard to force our minds and hearts and force them to link

What am i saying or better yet what am i thinking?
Is it still a thought tell me if you think that its not?

But then again you wont. . . .

Initially IT WAS JUST A THOUGHT   

Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on July 28, 2008, 09:33:03 PM
i came cross a court case. and on any given day. like any other day i would have kept it moving. im not quite sure what it was that particular day that made me walk backward instead and trace the story itself. one crime. in a sea of crimes. they came dressed and a**umed roles and by the end of the night someone died. im not quite sure what it was on that particular day and maybe we are not as jaded as we think. as we feel. yet.
it stayed and i just wondered what that kind of night must be like for those who come with intent. and when hindsight now visits those who were there. what would you have seen. would you have seen. do we see. and the result was a thought.



- TROJAN HORSE ATTACK 2008 -

they walked in inconspicuous

masked in the casual familiarity of those who had been there before

they smiled at the waitrons

chose their seats with undue diligence and proceeded to pretend to peruse the offerings of a menu they had no appetite for. they took their time, eventually placing their orders. the drinks arriving first, as they do. maybe they shared a joke on some or other mans tie - would they have noticed. or did they share only silence.

scanning the room. what did they see. did they see into the detail attentively sewn into the drapings. perhaps the dried out peeking roots of a thirsty corner potplant. or did the second hand pa**ing time in their minds make only for picking up on gullible conversations. tracing the shape of unsuspecting movements. is that all they had.

the air thick. stagnant. waiting. breathing in and out. fear. each others fear. fear turned hard turned enemy. turned dead. did they feel anything.

their orders arrived. i imagine piping hot and pleasing to any eye. would they have savoured the taste of the carefully prepared flavours. carelessly unfolding crisp starched jik white napkins. were they happy with the service. did they bother with matters of being courteous, pa**ing the time with please and thank yous.

had they not come to take. would they have stretched their legs and patted their ever hungry bellies with gross satisfaction. had they not come to take. would they have ordered another round. considered dessert maybe. and what would it have been. creme brulee, tiramisu or just good old ice cream and chocolate sauce. they were long playing parts.

crisp shirts and shiny shoes.

when did they decide. when did they know. how did they know. what did that moment look like. feel like. to them. to all of them. when they all had it coming.


they sat down and had dinner first.

and they didnt leave a tip.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Mind Bendah on August 01, 2008, 11:32:15 AM
i came cross a court case. and on any given day. like any other day i would have kept it moving. im not quite sure what it was that particular day that made me walk backward instead and trace the story itself. one crime. in a sea of crimes. they came dressed and a**umed roles and by the end of the night someone died. im not quite sure what it was on that particular day and maybe we are not as jaded as we think. as we feel. yet.
it stayed and i just wondered what that kind of night must be like for those who come with intent. and when hindsight now visits those who were there. what would you have seen. would you have seen. do we see. and the result was a thought.



- TROJAN HORSE ATTACK 2008 -

they walked in inconspicuous

masked in the casual familiarity of those who had been there before

they smiled at the waitrons

chose their seats with undue diligence and proceeded to pretend to peruse the offerings of a menu they had no appetite for. they took their time, eventually placing their orders. the drinks arriving first, as they do. maybe they shared a joke on some or other mans tie - would they have noticed. or did they share only silence.

scanning the room. what did they see. did they see into the detail attentively sewn into the drapings. perhaps the dried out peeking roots of a thirsty corner potplant. or did the second hand pa**ing time in their minds make only for picking up on gullible conversations. tracing the shape of unsuspecting movements. is that all they had.

the air thick. stagnant. waiting. breathing in and out. fear. each others fear. fear turned hard turned enemy. turned dead. did they feel anything.

their orders arrived. i imagine piping hot and pleasing to any eye. would they have savoured the taste of the carefully prepared flavours. carelessly unfolding crisp starched jik white napkins. were they happy with the service. did they bother with matters of being courteous, pa**ing the time with please and thank yous.

had they not come to take. would they have stretched their legs and patted their ever hungry bellies with gross satisfaction. had they not come to take. would they have ordered another round. considered dessert maybe. and what would it have been. creme brulee, tiramisu or just good old ice cream and chocolate sauce. they were long playing parts.

crisp shirts and shiny shoes.

when did they decide. when did they know. how did they know. what did that moment look like. feel like. to them. to all of them. when they all had it coming.


they sat down and had dinner first.

and they didnt leave a tip.


Thank you
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: THAT LADY! on August 01, 2008, 12:05:31 PM
Thanx for the warm welcome. . . Feel right at home. Thought i should also bless you'll with one of my memories and thoughts like you'll have blessed me.. . . .

I thought i should right something that would make a difference
Thought if i said it loud i would catch your attention from a distance
What kinda life are we living thought you'd stop and think for a second

But it was never initiated. . . .Its stuck in the BRAIN but then AGAIN. . . .

IT WAS JUST A THOUGHT

A thought that sooths you
The kinda thought that moves you
Its just a thought you can manipulate in order to suit you

Now i stop and think, i think it was just a thought
Just a thought i think

Now im confused i might be imagining things. . . .

They say when you think deeply you never blink
But when you never blink your mind seems blank

Why do i find it so easy to relate paper to ink
But so hard to force our minds and hearts and force them to link

What am i saying or better yet what am i thinking?
Is it still a thought tell me if you think that its not?

But then again you wont. . . .

Initially IT WAS JUST A THOUGHT  


Im so down for you , no man you make me think....k not being corny! Im feeling your thoughts, k i did it again... You off the chain keep it up!
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Mind Bendah on August 01, 2008, 07:25:14 PM
Thanks Jay-lee. . . He blushes and sinks in the chair :-*

I was asked a very weird question ealier on today. . I was asked what makes me a man and i couldnt answer so i sat for a while and started repeating the q in my head and inking. . . .

What makes me a man. . . .

Not the a**ets that i have or the way i carry myself
or the broad sound of my voice
Im not even a man by choice

I cant answer why im a man
But i am proud that i am

When God seperated us he must have had a plan

What makes me a man. . .

Not how low i wear my pants
Or how long i stay out at night while downing beers with my friends
There is no explanation for being a man
No root or path to follow all you have to do is just learn

That there is no significant difference between men and women

Coz if you rap us into one. . .You get a HUMAN

What makes me a man are not the responsibilities and taking care of the fam
Not reading a newspaper with feet on the coffee table while being blown by a fan
Not how many girls you have shagged or even being an animal in bed

A MAN IS JUST A MAN

If you say you are different as a man please illustrate if you can
Coz whatever you can do can also be done by a women

What makes a man is within the soul
No satisfaction needed when you are a man you just feel whole

It comes naturally coz when you are a boy. . .

being a man is a GOAL
   

Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on August 03, 2008, 04:33:24 PM
my life

walking these streets...with a scar on chest
haunted by the past/
but the best/
that i did was more bad decisions that caused me some stress
tryna put em to rest
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on August 03, 2008, 04:38:41 PM
cant finish that
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: THAT LADY! on August 04, 2008, 08:59:25 AM
Thanks Jay-lee. . . He blushes and sinks in the chair :-*

I was asked a very weird question ealier on today. . I was asked what makes me a man and i couldnt answer so i sat for a while and started repeating the q in my head and inking. . . .

What makes me a man. . . .

Not the a**ets that i have or the way i carry myself
or the broad sound of my voice
Im not even a man by choice

I cant answer why im a man
But i am proud that i am

When God seperated us he must have had a plan

What makes me a man. . .

Not how low i wear my pants
Or how long i stay out at night while downing beers with my friends
There is no explanation for being a man
No root or path to follow all you have to do is just learn

That there is no significant difference between men and women

Coz if you rap us into one. . .You get a HUMAN

What makes me a man are not the responsibilities and taking care of the fam
Not reading a newspaper with feet on the coffee table while being blown by a fan
Not how many girls you have shagged or even being an animal in bed

A MAN IS JUST A MAN

If you say you are different as a man please illustrate if you can
Coz whatever you can do can also be done by a women

What makes a man is within the soul
No satisfaction needed when you are a man you just feel whole

It comes naturally coz when you are a boy. . .

being a man is a GOAL
  


awww tweeeet. ;)

I was moved by that "man piece" of yours.

I some how think I get what you tryna say , but I don't agree fully with you. You not wrong because thats YOUR opinon and heres MINE.

     WHAT MAKE'ITH  A MAN.?...

We are MAN kind , but what kind of man would you be not being true to your destiny?

A child is born a man , but he's ( referring to humans in general) just not ready to be the man.

So if a child can't handle the duties of ''man hood '' what do you call an adult that doesn't handle his responsibilities.... .... ...

So my dear friend , a man is not born he is molded and understands his place and purpose on earth .
A man stands firm in his beliefs. A real man is his word , what he says can be taken into account as his rich with truth.

Oiiii, thats just me thinking out loud, don't mind me buddy! ;)
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Mind Bendah on August 04, 2008, 05:58:18 PM
I get you Jay lee, thats deep right there. Keep inking
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on August 11, 2008, 10:22:36 PM
- A GOOD LONG CUDDLE MUDDLE FUDDLE -


the wee hours they have me needing an every kind of hold

the patient kind

the wanting me, needing me too kind
the in the dark, stolen, ssshhh its our secret kind
the tight, no ones gonna steal you kind
my nose rubbing against yours in the night kind
the put your lips softly on mine
we've got all the time in the world kind
the read my mind, i like the feel of you too kind
the we-could-but-we-wont-go-there-nah-not-tonight. kind
with my thick woollen turqoise socks on. and peeking. appreciation and affirmation kind

the did you know you blow my mind like kind

the 'them there eyes'. breathe in

breathe out

im yours

kind.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Gem-In-Eye on August 11, 2008, 10:35:39 PM
a**orted pills, exported ills how they extort our skills the technological advancement a logical enactment of our loss of will recycled techniques to reason and justify intangible crimes humanity intangled in thorny euphoric vines a twisted divine bed devouring sleep to vindicate vile fantasies stil we smile franticaly exposing phallacy posing intelectualism in televisual mysticism chaneling our sanity away from static to hi-defamation a Re-definition of omens to come women worth crumbs and men crumble out of existence the evolusion televised will b an illusion synthesised just as a crunk hypothesis i was found to be ''talking out the side of my neck'' and leaking gastric poems that digested knowledge in multiples coz i reconstruct lifes sylla-bles no past no future just presidents dying to free nations from timeless stupidity rhetoric fatality its a metaphoric parallel immortality...
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Mind Bendah on August 12, 2008, 07:22:58 AM
- A GOOD LONG CUDDLE MUDDLE FUDDLE -


the wee hours they have me needing an every kind of hold

the patient kind

the wanting me, needing me too kind
the in the dark, stolen, ssshhh its our secret kind
the tight, no ones gonna steal you kind
my nose rubbing against yours in the night kind
the put your lips softly on mine
we've got all the time in the world kind
the read my mind, i like the feel of you too kind
the we-could-but-we-wont-go-there-nah-not-tonight. kind
with my thick woollen turqoise socks on. and peeking. appreciation and affirmation kind

the did you know you blow my mind like kind

the 'them there eyes'. breathe in

breathe out

im yours

kind.


BHLAKHROZE i just love your kind
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: The Mighty Loks on August 12, 2008, 10:07:02 AM
- A GOOD LONG CUDDLE MUDDLE FUDDLE -


the wee hours they have me needing an every kind of hold

the patient kind

the wanting me, needing me too kind
the in the dark, stolen, ssshhh its our secret kind
the tight, no ones gonna steal you kind
my nose rubbing against yours in the night kind
the put your lips softly on mine
we've got all the time in the world kind
the read my mind, i like the feel of you too kind
the we-could-but-we-wont-go-there-nah-not-tonight. kind
with my thick woollen turqoise socks on. and peeking. appreciation and affirmation kind

the did you know you blow my mind like kind

the 'them there eyes'. breathe in

breathe out

im yours

kind.


Beautiful...
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on August 12, 2008, 11:51:02 AM
WLKIN THESE STREETS
WIT A SCAR ON MY CHEST/
 ...TRYNA PUT EM TO REST/
..BUT THE BEST/
THAT I DID ...WAS MORE BAD DECISIONS THAT CAUSED ME SOME STRESS/
THE BACARDI IS NOT HELPIN BUT IT GIVES ME SOME REST /
A SMILE ON MY FACE AT BEST/
AND AT BEST/
IM A FAILURE/
TRAUMATISED LIKE A HOLACAUST SURVIVOR-
OR LESS/
I DONT KNOW BUT..........
THE SILENCE WAS A CALL FOR HELP/
ITS TOO LATE NOW IVE ALREADY LOST MY HEALTH/
A BAD KNEE....A TICKET BACK TO HELL---
FOR US THIS IS TRUE/
WE DONT SAY SUCH WORDS..JUS TO SHOCK U/
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on October 13, 2008, 02:36:21 PM
- STILLNESS SPEAKS -

the shape of life in ebb and flow
and they may yet return to the shore
the now, ever, only
a stillness that speaks
drawing on
pulling in

listening.


...spirit moves...
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on November 19, 2008, 07:08:46 PM
this is a poem by this painfully shy guy called stuart, the kind of person who has something to say but would never say a thing. so his poems never see the light of day. i thought this was nice. true.

and hindsight is a mofo.



we might be happy and speak of it
beneath the blankets, had we met
reaching for a single gla**
(instead you lit a cigarette).
or if you'd trodden on my feet
while shuffling in a shopping line
and then, amidst apologies,
you'd said your name or i had mine
(instead i stopped to look at teddy bears
as you decided to go).

i lie alone another day
and what you do i do not know.

Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on December 04, 2008, 02:39:54 PM
thro the crystals/
Isaw it quit clear /
how could i get the the wrong message?
they never wanted me here/
had to face the fact...Im not at home here/
Im leaving and i aint coming back.../
a child lost...u can sence it on a track/
the dark is a friend... the light reveels the pain...

* to be continued*
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on December 18, 2008, 11:49:39 PM
- IN THE FIRST PERSON (for ntozake shange) -

and from my particular window on the world, i dont know a poem.

i dont know a poem that can take it away

i dont know a poem that could make it not matter, make it untrue
as she remains, with strength, weaving painful looms and singing the blues

but nobody is listening

i dont know a poem birthed in me that could find itself and speak, the words just weep
they go back, unearth and remember them, walk with them,
look in the mirror and share their silence
i am you and you are me

i dont know a poem that could level the playing fields
fields littered with souls, the scores
these be our sores
tired eyes that wont leave the floor

no, i dont know a poem.

i dont know a poem that could shine its light on you
be a voice, that hasnt too,
tasted the whiskey of the scar of pigment
that didnt dull its thinking, back bent under the shadow of this mountain - on the rocks, with a slice lemon - of this present, missing narrative
that hasnt tasted the frustration in your explanations
i am afraid i know what you mean, i am afraid

and i am ashamed, i would now give you me
but these are just words, a hue of indigo
so i light a candle for you
for i do not know a poem

i do not know a place, there has been no space and
i wonder if there will ever be a time
when i dont have it in me to lament anymore, as any of those who already know

then i dont know a poem that hasnt been said before

i dont know a poem.

for the black woman.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the brand® on December 24, 2008, 01:52:47 PM
I dont care anymore.
Criticise! Till u turn blue in the face/
I got an axe n im cutting through the maze/
The stress u put me through was not a phaze/
Scard my chest for life- but ima shut ht down like Onyx/
Put a tatoo on it/
Never liked it when i was honest/
Started cursing! Using words like GODAMN/
Turnd back on my clan/
Couldnt understand who i am/
Couldnt even execpt it/
And i couldnt lie about it/
Hell is home n im searching for heaven/
A happy place- a haven/
To bring light to these poems written/TBC
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on February 07, 2009, 01:08:38 AM
- THE SPIRIT OF THE OLD ONES -

i salute these messengers between worlds
read what they will write and hear what theyve tried to say
that which is theirs, we inherit and we give away

i salute these messengers between worlds
innocent of truth and yet the scarred

the waves that start way out
somewhere in the ocean
where you cant see

they rupture the surface evenly
from way out they are irresistable. a**ured.
bubbling they set new tide marks
whispering
they complete and sink
to leave the beach shining
and reflect the opposite

a tender sky.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on February 14, 2009, 12:35:22 PM
- A MERMAID REMEMBERS: DAWN -

the honey of my hopes of love is golden
it shimmers into the shine of this beginning
wet with the taste of promise
the dance is fluid
unfolds
falls   
into steady rhythms that sway
tomorrow gives way

eyes open.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: TY-D-CPT-021-NKE on February 15, 2009, 11:18:47 AM
i figure if i can rap i can poem it too...

it twas a cars house but now i call it my home
4walls each stained with the memory of winters rain
leaving inprints of lines of longitude
but makes lifes lines of latidude more dificult
still i pray for relief like victims of war and famin
the tears of nations in a drop of my own
the wrath of the man sitting on the thrown
both kind and harsh if only we could learn
if only we were open minded life would
be easier
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on February 26, 2009, 01:51:15 PM
on thoughts the colour of pearls...

- ZINTLE: NDLELA LEYO ENGENAGAMA -

linxeba olusuku, linxeba

sis'khalo solwimi lasek'qaleni

lundikha ngaphaya kokuqonda
linxeba
yimfihlo yezulu elizoqhekeka sisodwa
kuyosa kusile
olu usuku

ehla amafu
iliso lanovalo
labetha ilizwi lobomi
kwath'ekuthuleni
kwaphela amandla
aphela amandla

zawa iingcinga oku kweenyembezi
ntlungu wena wasoloko ukhangelana necebo

uhambile ke njalo
sashiyeka ke thina, neentliziyo zethu ezigobekileyo
siluthuthu leminyaka
sixhase ngeentonga zethu, zijonge phambili

ndlela leyo engenagama

uzuthi apho uvukekhona
us'khumbule.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on March 05, 2009, 02:01:36 PM
Quote
I write. and I give back to myself.


i think i might be able to write again.
anybody still live here?
some beautiful / scary / emotive / funny thoughts in here since my last contribution ....

may i ?
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on March 05, 2009, 09:51:35 PM
Quote
I write. and I give back to myself.

- THE LIGHT BY NIGHT -

there is life here.

by night
in the warmth of candlelight
i pen myself
i go wrong until i come right
i write and write and write

and open the way to my heart

and you meet me for the first time.


Quote
may i ?

WRITE.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: The Mighty Loks on March 05, 2009, 10:01:43 PM
Quote
I write. and I give back to myself.

- THE LIGHT BY NIGHT -

there is life here.

by night
in the warmth of candlelight
i pen myself
i go wrong until i come right
i write and write and write

and open the way to my heart

and you meet me for the first time.


Quote
may i ?

WRITE.

BR... I envy you.. You write, you write and you write. I wish I had the time and the energy, It's become so much easier to just dream of writing and I've just accepted that. I wish I could just do it, just over come whatever it is that's preventing me from writing.
It's always so refreshing to read your pieces. Makes me feel so nostalgic.
One day I'll pick up that pen again.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Sosiba on March 05, 2009, 10:13:33 PM
Oh well, here goes ::)

Her smile echoing in my sight memory
A voice instrumental to a sweet melody
Soft lips and chicks that seemed they'd forever be rosy
Hands soft and finger tips that sent that please call me
Thinking about her, I smile bitterly
For she stamped her self in my memory

She's seen more dicks than a circumcission surgeon
Been to many a guy's bed and def got laid
Wet behind my ears she dried me with a hurricane
Her flashbacks haunting my mistress driving me insane
A whore faced like a queen should not be loved
Yet i did love her, damn her for that felony
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on March 05, 2009, 10:36:14 PM
BR... I envy you.. You write, you write and you write. I wish I had the time and the energy, It's become so much easier to just dream of writing and I've just accepted that. I wish I could just do it, just over come whatever it is that's preventing me from writing.
It's always so refreshing to read your pieces. Makes me feel so nostalgic.
One day I'll pick up that pen again.

hello babes :)

how are you? how was your birthday party. did they buy you lots of presents and spoil you and stuff.

just keep writing baldi thats all i can say. just keep writing. that one line. those 4 pieces. those 2 chapters. on napkins. in the margins of books you shouldnt be scrawling on. the walls. accept is as it comes and goes but capture in your dreamcatcher of self whatever comes. sometimes its one line for months. you know how it is. but those little bits and pieces, you wake up one day and youve got a body of work. some of these pieces are old babes. kept. and thankfully i did. so many i thought were worth only for tossing. i didnt even know i could write you know. its the big joke.

i never have the time. and i never have the energy. it just happens. dont think it. dont will it. just listen. and that is all. i swear to you. sometimes i have nothing to say for ages. when im like well thats it then, screeching halt on that idea. catch me walking in corners searching for silence. like where did they go, where did they go. but its not about sweeping moments of inspiration you build on one liners. just those one liners stored. and you have your entire book. if you can still get a one liner you alive.

its like those irritating sayings. but really, the only way to write is to write. its how you learn but most importantly its how you begin to hear your voice.

all you have to do is make the time to listen. give yourself over. fall in love.


please come around sometime, it gets lonely here. merry go rounding by myself.
xxx
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: TY-D-CPT-021-NKE on March 09, 2009, 02:59:52 PM
ey yo baldi..i recently let the pen fall asleep on the pad..but i was awoken by a thunderous voice inside my head telling me
to dust off my blue swade pen and start the jotting...so i feel that ...overcome and conquer...
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Blaq Inq on March 10, 2009, 12:42:47 PM
-Manunkind-

As I walk through this valley of shadows I expose...
this world that communicates without helloes or greetings.
Where life's just a theory of a heart beating,
my souls screaming to live in a world worth saving.

We're living in fancier houses but in homes that are broken,
living in a planet that's full of males but has few men,
preaching of world peace but the peaceful we condemn,
God when will the eyes of the son of man open?

When thing go wrong we cry "humanity?" but act inhumane,
we're spending fortunes on medicine, yet we cant cure this pain
that spreads like a plague, relieving us of sanity, I pray...
that my son arrives in a world that wont lead him astray,
that fame doesn't blind him from finding his Louis Lane,
claiming his innocence and leaving his purity stained.
May unity prevail and wickedness fail and on that day...
Let it be known: Samson found true strength after losing his great mane
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on March 10, 2009, 03:56:14 PM
Let it be known: Samson found true strength after losing his great mane

hello. who are you :)

manunkind hey.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on March 13, 2009, 11:51:34 PM
...and sometimes the many truths of the place not found in the most glamorous. always there though. always there. in every day. in every way. but we are the no longer listening you see. and there are lessons abound, finding remnants of ourselves there in what we dont or is it wont see, with us building only new boxes and forever peeking in straight lines.

and you will find it a blessed thing one day when you dont change the channel.



- MZWANDILE -

mzwandile tells a story
his voice, from and beyond the mountains
and under my skin

memory, the unsteady walking stick
that guides
this lonely, wandering tale
a portrait
it remembers home

far
lost to the pieces of sense that remain
a forced surrender to disdain
longing, made mockery by time

the speaking scars on his face
marks against my listening heart
they wail, wanting to know
but where would you begin
with their eyes that havent seen
i stare in understanding
of your dry days and exposed ways

this solitude of suffering
that has strength weakened
and dignity questioned
a once have that has not

and he would have his peace
the giving of the idle
the open pastures of their grace
sincerity in life

upon return,
a waterfall of survivals oppression
i saw tears in a grown mans eyes
and it touched something dying in me.

nam' mzwandile, ndikhumbula ekhaya.

Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Sosiba on March 14, 2009, 08:47:15 AM
Here's one I wrote on my phone in cla** yesterday

The emptyness cannot be filled
The pain cannot be healed
The confusion cannot be cleared
The memory cannot be dismembered
The self cannot esteem itself higher
The paranoia cannot be secured
The embarrasment cannot be unblushed

Power ambition, trying to untire the "not" and disempower the "cannot"

I don't understand why it still matters
Am I unduly praising it for my other matters?
I drown myself in fermented waters
My inner eye pisses salty waters.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on June 02, 2009, 01:28:54 PM
Etv late news

Etv late news edition
Help me to make my decision
Saskia's booty on my television
Dalai Lama on a peaceful mission
All the trouble has me wishin
That the mideast run out of ammunition
Long term goals of debt revision.
Brave frontiers of donor-op incision.
Janjaweed in somalia-malnutrition
Etv late news edition

i'm on my modal shit
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on July 01, 2009, 11:36:56 PM
hello witness in silence.


ACROSS THE ROOM: GIRL MEETS BOY

from across the room
you blow, like a breeze
in the quiet corners of a wanting soul
soothing haunting longing
there but
not.

from across the room
with eyes that caress my pain
you pull me into you
and i like the way you feel
in all ways
you feel good to me

from across the room
you travel my being
have me seeing things
youre such a tease
but i, i am privately pleased
from across the room

i turn to smile at the silence
and how it gazes over me
life giving
an uninterrupted flowing
sensation
the controlled lust of secret pa**ion
and we’re the watchers

a do not disturb sign

you, me, across the room.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on July 02, 2009, 08:38:59 AM
Quote
hello witness in silence.
howdy sis....
funny...something told me to log in today.

note to all and sundry...and their goldfish.
No longer WIS , Now it's "Nar8"
Short , sweet , apt.

smack me if i already posted this one:

Pity died

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On bellville station
Station in life
Between the durbanville busstop and columbia fisheries.
What dishes r these?
Best served cold.
In this unpretty gritty city
Sing a ditty
Of the fong kong kings and stolen baane and stolen ruby rings.
Innercity prose.
What types of antidotes are those.
Chines tailored clothes
More anchor tenants close
To see little somalia rose
Herbalist flows and
Loan shops
One stop
And john cena flip flops
Walkways paved
With bootleg nollywood under noses of fat cops.

Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the panic! on July 04, 2009, 06:40:00 PM
 :)
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on July 07, 2009, 02:44:21 PM
Quote
until the people in this club are no longer here and you are no longer here and i am no longer here

Nice twist.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on September 23, 2009, 03:07:57 PM
one month notice ..you're gone...nobody notice.

(a poem about renting and moving)
--------------------------------------------------

nomadic movements.
prevent large scale home improvements.
always near to major transit routes.
whether in john drake formals or dickies boots.
innercity travel and daily busk.
does uprooting result in a human husk?
 
interesting paradigm this.
when i call insurers and memberships to change their contact lists.
changing neighbours.
but attitutes stay the same.
the ebb and the flow.
saps nightly siren lullabies always there.
whether you come or you go.
whether you rich or poor.
its the predominant soundfrequency on the air.
metres squared.
no inch is spared.
 
your life in boxes of coardboard.
We circulate the cash between elliots & van lines of stuttafords
we are the renting ma**es , we are the flippin hoard.
we are the ants that gather the crumbs to the nest
and accumulate profits at shareholders behest.
we never rest.
but never with stability blest.
compound interest the ghost that press on the chest.
 
we are no better than the breed of bedouin bedded down in tents
no better than the refugee-like sediment in temporary unrest settlements
never resting
steal your levis from the line quicker than your blinking.
soon as the lease agreement has dried from your hasty inking.
wake up your neighbours screaming ...and what the heck was i thinking.

-----
"Witness in silence"
, I chronicle untold tales of
modern human violence.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on October 13, 2009, 11:22:36 AM
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA
some people

some people fleeing some other people.
in some country under the sun
and some clouds.

they leave behind some of their everything,
sown fields, some chickens, dogs,
mirrors in which fire now sees itself reflected.

on their backs are pitchers and bundles,
the emptier, the heavier from one day to the next.

taking place stealthily is somebody's stopping,
and in the commotion, somebody's bread somebody's snatching
and a dead child somebody's shaking.

in front of them some still not the right way,
nor the bridge that should be
over a river strangely rosy.
around them, some gunfire, at times closer, at times further off,
and, above, a plane circling somewhat.

some invisibility would come in handy,
some grayish stoniness,
or even better, non-being
for a little or a long while.

something else is yet to happen, only where and what?
someone will heed toward them, only when and who,
in how many shapes and with what intentions?
given a choice,
maybe he will choose not to be the enemy and
leave them with some kind of life.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: Nar8iv on October 13, 2009, 02:34:05 PM
finally something to read by someone else  :)
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: krimzin on March 24, 2010, 04:10:54 PM
Twist of the Warmonger

Boooom!!...she enters with eloquence
Got my scarlet laced blade in hand…slight tan
Fresh from the battlefield like dead blood corpuscles...
Muscles spasms in place…my knuckles bruised by static grip
Remorse gone without a trace…er… and compa**ion is???
That all changed the very minute my eyes kissed her face
That last battle really hit my cerebral hard…eish cells charred
Kinda felt my spirit intervene when I dropped those K.O. bars
Sick…like sars…how did she get here?? We only met once…womb?
Let me allow my psyche to script my next battle formation…Perhaps
That will push her over the edge into the mental den

Clothed with the mentality of a ruthless shogun
I could show guns…or just project lyrical blades to form a brains maze
Leave my opponent in a daze…shame he in submission phase
Add flames to my meta-darts and leave his thought pattern to braise
Eish…there she enters again…came through my warm & fuzzy reminiscence
Some call her the hearts spiritual presence…of heavenly essence
The last time I checked my a**ignment pleased hells residence
Why would this product of Zion wanna hug my soul???
I battle myself on a daily…why does she insist on our fusion??
She keeps attacking my heart like cardiac arrest…in reverse
I had to let myself loose…take a step back… blessing or curse???
As I dropped my sword…looked up in the sky and saw a white dove
No turning back after this…moment of sheer bliss
I grabbed her hand and said…will you marry me…Love?
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: 1kind on June 21, 2010, 08:14:57 PM
I'm that light in the dark. The glow in the shadow.
The life and the spark that grows in the ghetto.
I might play a part when they rise to the task. It's special...look at how they fly to the top.
I've got warmth in my heart. In their minds I'm a god and I'm forging their path when aligned with the stars.
At moments I'm harsh.
Stroke them till they're broken and scarred. Not leaving till their oceans are parched.
But a ghost from my past spoils my exploits and exposed the facade.
I'm not the only one that was chose for this part.
He's got the onus for controlling their march.
My reign's over...I'm leaving.
My tears fill the air as I'm grieving. A cloud hangs over me. I'm beaten.
Their new king I accept through this act of high treason.
There'll be a spring in my step when I return next season.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: BHLAKHROZE on July 28, 2010, 10:28:39 PM
Audre Lorde
A Litany for Survival

For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the pa**ing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
futures
like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours

For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.

And when the sun rises we are afraid
it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid
it might not rise in the morning
when our stomachs are full we are afraid
of indigestion
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid
love with vanish
when we are alone we are afraid
love will never return
and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid.

So it is better to speak
remembering
we were never meant to survive.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: VirginPussy on July 29, 2010, 08:53:48 AM
i don't like it in this corner its crammed...i hate small spaces because they remind me of where i'm going.

to someone who promised me his fathers cattle, from holding hands to fights on long street.  to our self acclaimed King, who later showed us he deserved the throne.

yes you my friend, a King without a crown that roamed amongst us...i miss you already...

R.I.P King Daniel
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: RearrangedReality on July 29, 2010, 09:02:26 AM
i don't like it in this corner its crammed...i hate small spaces because they remind me of where i'm going.

to someone who promised me his fathers cattle, from holding hands to fights on long street.  to our self acclaimed King, who later showed us he deserved the throne.

yes you my friend, a King without a crown that roamed amongst us...i miss you already...

R.I.P King Daniel

ey what you talking about now?
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: the panic! on July 29, 2010, 09:04:59 AM
i don't like it in this corner its crammed...i hate small spaces because they remind me of where i'm going.

to someone who promised me his fathers cattle, from holding hands to fights on long street.  to our self acclaimed King, who later showed us he deserved the throne.

yes you my friend, a King without a crown that roamed amongst us...i miss you already...

R.I.P King Daniel

damn, i just got his album on my iPod two days ago. he once sold me a bankie and a drawing in a dizzy night in obs. dude was wild.

what happened?

R.I.P King
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: VirginPussy on July 29, 2010, 09:05:57 AM
yes RR that my friend, that of which you see...it happened izolo.
Title: Re: poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)
Post by: RearrangedReality on July 29, 2010, 09:09:33 AM
What happened? VP?

Last saw him saturday in Obz, he was happier than a motherf***er. always happy for some reason. he was even singing "wave your flag".